Monthly Archives: November 2013

Lord! You will tell me the time!

Lord, You will tell me the time!

You will tell me the time

before and after each season
In these changes seasoned in time
to see each end free from remorse and

up to the task of each given assignment
Under Your charge and Spirit guidens

To You God,I pray
You will tell me the time

You will tell me the time
doing all that’s the best of me,
not feigning in pretence and never

seeing Your sky as the limit

but heaven before You and with a hearing
and by Your grace to bring down the rains in
the right seasons

God, the very utmost holy
You will tell me the time

Time to sleep and wake up, time to go
and come back and be found at the right place at
the right time and in all things, doing the right things
Fearing nothing, accept You,
Restrained by nothing, but You

God, the creator, the Father, the Son and
also the holy ghost,
Only You will tell methe time!

To redeem the time for the days are evil
You being the first and last,
The beginning and the end,
and all things being between and measured and

comprehended and it’s all to You, less and is Your glory

My Lord and my King, my Father, the God
You will tell me the time!

And when You will tell me the time
to move swiftly with all thou ought under the

charge of Your command,
with all thy standards, according to Your word
and by Your Spirit, Lord Love
You will tell me the time!


Bored! So I dream

Bored! So I dream

Yeah! It’s boring and so


Fast cars and Asphalt girls too

Aim way over every limit in your Spaceship and

suddenly shoot throughout the sky, and – and

Well! You’re gone!

And when you’re gone, there’s no telling!






It’s boring!

In the ruthless world’s set in restless steps

A whole huge programmed pyramid,

a way too much unnecessary –a tempting trail of trials


Diverse collected sets of thoughts,

negative and positive and

this get’s so boring and I so i always dream.


I get bored sometimes and buy time,

time to think my way forward

Sometimes in welling tears,sometimes in grin smiles,

laughing over the whole thing of being human,

Not offending, butjustifying.

Really! It’s boring out here

Lonely, alone and wanting to ball, but writing a borin………?,

A poem about stuff thatbothers me!


Like, at times there’s sleepless nights and not very good days too

and its funny, well! Not very fun perhaps,

to draw lines between the two,boredom and fun!

Like, sometimes, lonely and in wishful thinking,

I fire my gun, real good and wish she were here to ease,

perhaps all of the things that bothers me.

It bothers to think she’s balling with other guys,

To have to think, how stupid, i was not to have seen it coming


It bothers to have to fire the gun and it bothers to think that

some of your readers might think me boring.


Its boring nowadays, not always, but only sometimes,

It just feels like one day only is enough.

Yesteryear too,

there was boredom and people used to die from it.

And maybe you might think this poet lies, but this is true,

it gets me bored to see you boring or bored.

Be happy, be strong and stay strong, be not be a bother and don’t

be bothered, dream and fly away!

LoveWorld-Child (E LChaparadza)